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I turned in his arms so that we were facing each other. Now I felt warm. Too warm. My hair had long since dried, and I was naked under his sweatshirt and pants. I left my bikini to hang in the bathroom to dry.
There was something between us, an awareness, an anticipation of something to come. I wanted to explore the tension.
He cupped my cheek. “What are we doing?”
I swallowed, knowing exactly what he was talking about—the chemistry between us. “Letting go for one night.”
I couldn’t believe I’d voiced my desires out loud. That whole evening felt outside my usual comfort zone. Almost like I was in a dream I never wanted to wake up from.
“Is that what you want?”
“I don’t have more to give. I’m a single mother.” If anything was going to make him second guess his decision, it was that.
He tightened his grip. “You have a child?”
“A daughter. She’s eleven. This isn’t something I normally do.” I didn’t proposition guys in the middle of storms. But he wasn’t just any guy. He was Easton. I’d wondered what he was doing—if he was happy. And at one of my lowest points, he’d walked back into my life. It had to mean something.
His concerned gaze swept over my face. “You sure about this?”
I didn’t know much about the man Easton was other than he owned a store and he came from money. But everything I’d seen showed me he was a gentleman, a caring man.
I swayed into his body, loving the feel of him against me. When would I get a chance like that again? To let go. To be free. To lose myself in someone else. I rarely allowed myself indulges or luxuries. It was finally time I did.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
His lips met mine in a series of soft kisses like he was seeking permission for more. When I opened my lips, he dipped inside, exploring. Our tongues tangled together, and heat built in my core.
But I wanted more. I wanted his naked body pressed against mine. His weight on top of me. I wanted everything.
With a small hop, I was in his arms, straddling his waist. We didn’t stop kissing as he moved me through the dining room and down the hall to a bedroom. He laid me gently on the fluffy comforter before following me down.
The only light came from the windows on the back of the house facing the water. Every once in a while, there was a flash of lightning and the quiet rumble of thunder. The storm was farther away, but the one in the bedroom was just getting started.
We slowly removed our clothes until there was nothing between us. It took a while because we couldn’t seem to pull our lips from each other’s long enough to complete the task. When we were finally naked, Easton moved down my body between my legs.
It was supposed to be a sweet indulgence, not a marathon, but Easton seemed content to take his time. Like we had all night. My hips arched off the bed, seeking his mouth.
“You want my mouth on you?” Easton asked.
“Uh-huh.” I tugged his head closer to where I wanted him. He was skilled with his mouth, and I wanted to see what he could do.
He took his time, kissing my inner thighs and blowing air over my clit before finally sealing his mouth over the bud and sucking. I arched into his mouth, wanting more. I moaned when he used his fingers to pump inside me.
The lightning flashed, illuminating his head between my legs. The sight of him on his knees for me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. The orgasm built somewhere deep inside me, increasing in intensity with each pass of his tongue and pump of his fingers.
I cried out as I finally fell over the edge. I bit my lip as I arched off the bed, my walls clamping around his fingers. I felt like I was splintering in two, my pieces scattering with the wind. Would I ever be whole again?
As I slowly came down, Easton wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and moved up the bed. He ripped the wrapper of the condom and sheathed himself as he settled between my legs.
I gripped his forearm, needing him inside me. The orgasm hadn’t satisfied me. If anything, it made me more desperate for him.
Without another word, he slipped inside. My eyes drifted shut. He felt incredible. Hard and big, filling me up in the best way possible. When he started to move, I was lost in the sensations. My pussy clamped around him, wanting more.
“You’re so tight.” He lowered his mouth to mine.
He couldn’t seem to stop kissing me, touching me. I’d expected a one-night stand to be more about the physical and less about the emotional. Maybe it was because I’d known Easton as a child, but it didn’t feel like a fleeting moment.
It felt bigger than one night.
